(20:05 / Tuesday, July 29, 2008)
Cheer up, cheer up, don't be blue
It's Tuesday night on a humid island, and it's still bloody hot. I am a sticky smelly shithead and I float around without a soul. I wish there was something I could do well so that I could just devote my whole life to it. I don't even sleep well, I toss and turn around the bed and make the double decker screach like a squashed monkey.
I keep singing to the bridge/chorus of I Need A Holiday
Cheer up, cheer up, don't be blue
Don't forget it's hometime soon
We'll make it through another working dayBUT I REALLY SHOULD GET THAT INTO MY HEAD.
DYK, blogs were invented to observe the gradual loss of sanity in every being (yeah, right).
Scouting for Girls reincarnates me x8678231245465. I worship cute music!
p/s I self-destruct.
I wish it could be Sunday when I wake up everyday.